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Where the soft circle of Sabatia stars / The water grasses in a sprinkled arc; / And golden ripples break on sandy bars, / And thin blue sails of dragon flies embark --
I think each year, how many sunsets weep; / That day must die; and tinted tears must fall / There where pond ripples to white clethra creep, / And where the margin's sweet with honey-ball.
I think that where those sky-tears placid lay, / That golden evening stars have also lain; / Reflected on the rosy surface, they / Have dreamed a dream, and wandered on again.
So, where the sunset clouds in sorrow crept, / Now rosy shapes through water grasses trail; / And on that bed where gypsy starlight slept, / Is left a rose-colored star-patterned veil.